FLME Ch10: Difficulty

It was already afternoon by the time he got home. Yu Wen changed his clothes, ready to go downstairs to fill his stomach and then catch up on sleep.

Xie Jiamao sent a message saying he had secured a spot on a variety show, and there were some details to discuss in person. So Yu Wen, who was heading for the roadside stall, turned around and waited at a nearby cafe with a nice atmosphere.

It was a working afternoon, so the cafe wasn’t crowded.

Yu Wen found a secluded, hidden booth, ordered, and picked up a magazine from the table to flip through.

After a while, someone sat in the booth behind him, the rustling sound of clothing close at hand.

He glanced sideways and saw the silhouette of the person behind him reflected in the glass window—a man wearing a bucket hat and mask, tall and slim, very striking.

Yu Wen thought this booth’s position was quite clever; he could see the other person through the glass reflection, but the other person couldn’t see him.

After a while, he heard a low voice from behind: “Why are you so late?”

Both booths were secluded, with the music far away, so he could almost clearly hear every word from the booth behind.

He was about to make a noise to remind them there was someone here when another voice spoke up: “Went to the hospital to get the report; a bit late. Here’s what you asked for.”

“You were tailing Feng Chengzhou. Did you get anything?”

“Uh, Mr. Xi, recently the young master of Huiteng has been accompanied by bodyguards everywhere…”

“Didn’t get anything?”

“Haha, yes.”

Yu Wen remained silent.

He quietly sat lower, letting the booth completely block his body, glancing at the glass window.

The reflective glass showed the situation opposite the tall man—a regular man, around thirty, slouched, sitting with an awkward smile.

The tall man took the file bag and impatiently opened it, casually pulling off his hat, revealing fluffy blue-grey hair.

Yu Wen found this blue hair somewhat familiar but couldn’t recall immediately.

The blue-haired man’s voice was very pleasant, even slightly suppressed and filled with anger, still magnetic and melodious.

The blue-haired man unceremoniously said: “Useless.”

He opened the file bag, took out the papers, and after a while, let out a meaningful “heh.”

“There is a parent-child relationship…”

Yu Wen: “…”

A paternity test.

How dramatic.

He shouldn’t have walked into this cafe on this sunny afternoon.

“You’ve seen this report, right?”

The man, likely a private detective, replied: “Yes, Mr. Xi. You, being a public figure, can’t go to the hospital. I picked up the report.”

“Keep your mouth shut.”

“Of course.”

Last name Xi, blue hair.

Yu Wen silently took out his phone, opened a search engine, entered those two keywords, and easily found out the identity of the blue-haired man.

Xi Su, idol from a talent show, versatile in singing and dancing, main dancer of his team…

The private detective suddenly spoke again: “Mr. Xi, with your status, there’s no need to confront Feng Chengzhou directly. Pleasing Chairman Feng is the best strategy. After all, you and Feng Chengzhou are both Feng family bloodlines; you have a share in the inheritance…”

Xi Su: “Shut up.”

This time, his voice was a bit louder. Someone hurried past them, so Xi Su hesitated, tightened his throat, and put his bucket hat back on.

“Do your job, and don’t point fingers at me,” Xi Su coldly warned.

With that, he grabbed his belongings and left the cafe without looking back.

The private detective sighed, took a sip of his coffee, and after a while, also got up and left.

The doorbell jingled.

Yu Wen lowered his upper body, shrinking into the booth, maintaining the same posture as when the two left, staring blankly through his sunglasses.

He thought of his meme.

Don’t bother me, I’m thinking.

How fitting.

He sorted out his thoughts.

——Xi Su is an illegitimate child of the Feng family, most likely Feng Chengzhou’s half-brother, harboring unspoken malice towards Feng Chengzhou.

But there seemed to be no such character in the book.

There was indeed an illegitimate child in the Feng family in this generation, appearing near the end as a barely qualified villain, stepping on Chu Han when he was at his lowest, only to be dealt with by Feng Chengzhou when he realized it.

But that illegitimate child’s original surname was not Xi, but Li.

Could Xi Su be a stage name?

Yu Wen took off his sunglasses, pondering. Suddenly, a young girl walked up to him, staring straight at him.

“Are you an artist?”

Yu Wen was about to deny it when the girl laughed, “I remember now; I have your meme. Little brother, why do you have the same expression in real life hahahaha…”

Yu Wen gave her a wry smile.

“Are you gossiping again?” The girl blinked mischievously.

Yu Wen shyly shook his head, but what he was really thinking was: Oh my gosh, if you had come a little earlier, you would have seen the live version.

“Can we take a photo together?” The girl, lively and outgoing, pulled him for a selfie, and Yu Wen obediently made a peace sign at the camera.

“You’re so well-behaved and pretty.” The girl sincerely praised him before leaving.

When Xie Jiamao arrived, Yu Wen was browsing a compilation of Xi Su’s clips on his phone.

The handsome middle-aged man had his long hair half-tied at the back, his clean-shaven chin revealing his finely chiseled features. The fine lines on his face didn’t make him look old; instead, they added a touch of weathered charm.

“This is for you.”

Yu Wen took the plastic bag he handed over and found a box of mixed fresh-cut fruit along with some bottles of multivitamins.

“Wow, thank you, boss.”

Yu Wen habitually showered the boss with flattery, inadvertently pushing the fruit to the side.

Xie Jiamao: “Aren’t you going to eat it?”

Yu Wen: “The vitamins? Haha, I’ll take them later…”

Xie Jiamao: “I meant the fruit.”

“…”

Yu Wen cautiously lifted his eyelids, accidentally meeting the boss’s serious gaze, and immediately looked away guiltily.

“I’m not very hungry; I don’t feel like eating…”

Xie Jiamao’s face clearly said: You still want to make excuses?

“Alright, I just don’t like it.” Yu Wen gave up.

Xie Jiamao rubbed his cheeks and sighed wistfully, “This won’t do, Xiao Yu. This is serious. After we finish filming this show, we’re going to the hospital for a thorough check-up. You must be lacking a lot of nutrients…”

“It’s not that I can’t eat it; it’s just not tasty.” Yu Wen lifted the plastic cover, skewered a piece of cantaloupe, and gobbled it up in two or three bites, grimacing with disdain.

He had mentioned before that he didn’t like sweet or sour fruits; he preferred something in between, a taste that was hard to describe. It wasn’t that he absolutely wouldn’t eat fruit, but he was extremely picky about the flavor.

Xie Jiamao said sternly, “Even if it doesn’t taste good, you have to eat it.”

Yu Wen reluctantly nodded, “Alright…”

Xie Jiamao: “Xiao Xie, keep an eye on him.”

Yu Wen: “…”

Yu Wen turned his head and realized that Xie Heyu was standing beside him at some point, looking down at him.

“Mm.” Xie Heyu responded.

“Thank you for your trouble, Teacher Xie.” He thanked him, embarrassed and downcast.

Xie Heyu, who was about to sit down, paused for a moment, stood still for a while, then hesitantly reached out, placing a warm palm on his head.

After a second, he curled his fingers and gently rubbed.

A clumsy comfort.

Back home, Yu Wen compiled Xi Su’s life and acting experience into a document—his intuition told him that this blue-haired character would have many scenes coming up.

Then he remembered something and retrieved his ID card, which had been stuck at the delivery station for ten days.

The photo on the ID was undoubtedly him, the name was correct, and even the birth date matched; only the region code at the front was different.

At least he wasn’t an undocumented person, so Yu Wen felt relieved and had a good night’s sleep.

The livestream had been delayed for two days, so after breakfast, he rushed back to the set of “Legend of the Immortal Sect.”

As soon as Jian Heng saw him, he crossed his arms.

Yu Wen could guess what he was mimicking even with his knees. Normally, he might have been happy to play along with Jian Heng.

But now… there were too many people, and his social anxiety kicked in.

“One, two, three, welcome back! Teacher Yu, can you guess what we’re doing?” Jian Heng said cheerfully.

Zhu Xinyi, who played Jiang Qiuyue, crossed her arms and looked serious, “Don’t bother him; he’s thinking.”

Seven or eight colleagues surrounded Yu Wen, mimicking his expression, and burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Yu Wen covered his face with his bag and hugged a nearby tree trunk.

Jian Heng: “Xiao Yu, what are you doing?”

Yu Wen: “I’m shutting down.”

Jian Heng laughed as if having a seizure, and Zhu Xinyi quickly captured the moment. That evening, the group chat had a new meme—”Don’t bother, I’m shutting down.jpg.“